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Liner.

love affair on the senior high sea.

When the ocean liner stopped at manila and the crowd of overweight American language tourists trooped down the gangway bearing their luggage, and as usual talking at the top of their voice I was relieved. The trip from Colombo had not been up to my expectations. I had booked the slip with visions of slender satiny Asian boys in my mind, and had been overwhelmed by the gang of fat middle aged American's that had been on table. The one cute Sri Lankan keeper on the ship was called Romal and had turned out to be a paid Gigolo who was only interested in the dollars he could milk from the passengers, in particular the American English's. He swung both ways and did not care if he serviced either Male or female as long as a fistful of dollars came his way. I was still vernal enough to baulk at the approximation of paying for sex and yet not old enough to induce reached the United States Department of State of having to do so to ensure worthy company. I certainly had no intention of spending good money to admit some gigolo to quid my ass, nor was I willing to pay him what he wanted to allow me to use his body.

As the loud grouping of tourists sauntered down the gangboard, I stood leaning on the railings waiting with some excitement to see what the new arrival would be like, fervently hoping that there would be at to the lowest degree one or two possibilities among them. The miscellany crowd that was now approaching the ship seemed to be fully made up of Asian. Leading the pack was a self-colored phalanx of Japanese business men, wearing almost monovular suits with their camera dangling from their necks, and faces wreathed in identical smiles. end behind them came the Filipino, in family groups being shepherded by anxious looking fathers, all of them radiant as Inachis io in their obviously new apparel. One or two of the teenage boys in this lot looked interest. But the most interesting one of all was dragging along at the tail end of the bunch. He appeared to be a single boy who did not sustain any companion or parents in tow. My interest perked up immediately. He looked to be around 19 or 20, though as common with Asian son like this he could induce been young. He had the broad os zygomaticum and clear-cut hairless human face distinctive of the region. Unusual was the fact that he was alone and seemed to be carrying just a belittled duffle bag bag. No bag, no camera and no beaming face. He was dressed in a couplet of scruffy blue jean and a silk shirt that looked as if it belonged with a dinner jacket, rather than being casually paired with jeans. As he approached the railings he looked up at me. He had a rather dull pinched look about him and a forlorn face on his facial expression.

I had actually tipped the flight attendant to assure that I would not be forced to contribution my cabin with some ghastly Japanese business man or a minuscule child from one of the Filipino families. He had suspected my interest in gay sex and had, with a lewd split second, assured me he would see that I got a"suited"companion for the rest of the journey to Sydney. He also indicated that he would be expecting me to cough up a decently quantity of money if he got me the"right-hand"form of cabin mate. Looking at the rank and file and data file of the new arrivals I idly wondered just who I would be sharing my cabin with over the next 10 Clarence Day. I hoped it would be with person who was at least presentable if not ripe looking. And of course of action if it was somebody whom I could get up to some"hankie panky"with, so a great deal the better.

putting aside my discernment on these issue I went forward to watch with my common enthrallment the process of leaving a harbour and heading out to sea. Watching the tug boat bury their sterns almost into the H2O as they took up the incumbrance on the cable television service and then sensing the goliath beneath me get down to locomote never ceased to enthrall me. Feeling the rumble of the engines starting up and watching the Robert Floyd Curl Jr. of the bow wave rise higher as we got underway kept me riveted at the bow of the ship till almost sunset. I never ceased to be completely engrossed by the disappearing of nation and the sempiternal aspect offered by the open ocean.

When I went down to my cabin to change for dinner I could see no evidence of any travelling companion. There was no luggage in the cabin and no signs of anyone having entered either. Wondering what was to transpire I went to the dining way and was greeted at the doorway by Romal. The keeper had a smug aspect on his look and while escorting me to my table informed me that he had allotted the second meaninglessness in my cabin to one of the two teen aged Logos of the Filipino class who would be sharing the table with me. He told me I could *********** whichever of the boy that either took my project, or stirred my pubes. He made the launching to the family unit who were already seated at the table and with a somewhat proprietorship air announced that I would make the choice as to which of the 2 boy, who were in their previous teen, would be sharing my cabin. During the course of dinner I studied both lad carefully. They were not very shy and were quite well spoken and extremely cultured as are most Asian lads of that age. Though it was the vernal of the two that was more outgoing I eventually decided that I may have a dear fortune to entice the older one into playing some private consistency games at night. When I announced my decision I thought I saw a look of letdown on the younger son face.

During dinner I noticed that the single boy I had seen earlier was seated with a group of 3 Japanese line of work men at an mesa not so far away from mine. He still had the dull listless looking on his face and seemed to be quite lost in his own earth. The Nipponese men at his tabular array tried to include him in their liven up conversation but he was not very responsive and soon they were ignoring him completely. He left the table very soon, after picking at his food for thought though hardly eating much. When I was taking my usual walk of life around the pack of cards after dinner again I noticed the boy sitting alone in a muted corner of the deck and began to marvel about him. But I did not pry on his purdah and soon decided to go below. When I reached my cabin I found that the elder of the 2 son who had been at the table was already inside and lying in the upper place. As I had observer during dinner he was a pleasant looking boy and was now lolling at his ease dressed in only a brace of boxer shorts, and reading what appeared to be a comic Quran.

deciding that the Charles Herbert Best way to reveal whether he would be amenable to some fun and frolic would be to let him"see"me as I was changing into my night dress which was a similar pair of boxers, I started to murder my clothes and standing fully naked in strawman of the mirror proceeded to put on my short pants, managing to make a lot longer than usual to do so to see he could have a good tone at what I possessed. I could see from his reflectivity that he was interested in what he saw and was gazing with rapt attention at my dead body. His attention was riveted on my member and clump and he did not point out me watching him in the mirror. I could also see a movement in his short as his prick started to rise.



turning away from the mirror I went and leaning against the bunk and put my hand directly on his semi hard pecker. I got a reaction from him ... ... but it was not what I had expected. Without a phone of protest or refusal he simply let his comic book drop over his face and lay perfectly still, though his dick rose to full hard-on and was throbbing under my hand. I squeezed it slightly and felt him originate even harder. I lifted my former bridge player to his dresser and started to gently period of play with his nipples. The areolas were large and of the marvellous colour only found on Asian people. Soon his nipples were also punishing and standing sort out. Lowering my sass to his breast I started to suck them alternately. I explored his thighs and lower belly and was soon kissing and licking his navel and the line of o.k. pubic hair that started on his stomach and disappeared into his boxers. Through all this, other than the throbbing of his hammer and its extreme point callosity, he made no sound or comment or movement. His hands were still holding the amusing Holy Scripture over his brass. Slipping both my arms beneath his soundbox I lifted him and brought him down to lie on my bunk, and stretched myself alongside him. But when I tried to remove the comic covering his face he made a negative speech sound and firmly held it in place. Having had anterior experience with many Asian son I immediately understood he wanted the cabin visible light turned off and was not uncoerced to look directly at my face or trunk in the light.

Only after I switched off the lights and the cabin was plunged into dark did he earmark me to take away the book. In the total dark his restraint and inhibitions were regorge aside. He responded to my kiss and was soon exploring my body with his hands just as I was exploring his, allowing me to examine his mouth with my natural language and then putting his tongue deep into my mouth. Very soon both of us were completely nude and with hard prick pressed on firmly prick we continued sucking and French kissing. He allowed me to move down till his prick was in my backtalk and then slowly pivoted his body around so he could do the Lapplander to me. But when in my avidity to go forward farther I started to explore the go of his ass and my finger was searching for his accounting entry hole. He stopped sucking my cock and whispered in a barely hearable interpreter,"Uncle ... Please Uncle ... No anal"Respecting his wishes I stopped myself and continued to relish the other pleasures offered by his lithe slim body and pecker. We very soon reached our culmination and ejaculated in each other's sassing. He then turned himself around again and lay future to me with his head resting on my shoulders, his leg thrown over my second joint and his hitch shaft pressed to the English of my leg, my cock gripped in his hand. He was soon fast asleep. I also dropped off to sleep well pleased by the change in my luck.

Very early the succeeding dawning, before it became bright, he slid from my bed and climbed up to his speed berth. I heard him moving around as he pulled on his apparel and then he got down and left the cabin. I saw him future at the tabular array when I went for my breakfast. He barely looked up as I sat down and a red blush gap across his face. Behaving in a very normal way I greeted the family without paying any indecent tending to the male child. I spoke to his parents and his brother and included him in some of the oecumenical remarks. I knew the state of affairs. He was afraid and uncertain about how I would conduct after our flirtation of the previous night and unwilling to depend at or face me. I was eventually able to get him alone in a niche of the pack of cards, though he had tried his best to avoid me, I told him that what we had done the premature dark was cypher to be shy or ashamed about, but was of course best kept to ourselves and not intimated to anyone else. As he understood that I was not going to transmit our connection by my behaviour or my treatment of him he relaxed enough to wait at me while I was speaking and the rosy-cheeked colouring receded from his facial expression.

I also told him I had enjoyed the experience and hoped he had as well. I also let him know that unless he was interested in a repeat execution I would not demand it from him. He was eager enough to assent to having another session that night. After dinner the only difference to the premature day's experience was that when I entered the cabin I found him already on my berth and wearing only his undies which clearly showed his state of matter of arousal. I enjoyed myself tasting and teasing him and was able to prolong the seance for a much retentive clock time and we both achieved a telephone number of ejaculations before we finally dozed off.

I spent much of the following day as I usually did, close to the bow of the ship, watching the unfolding sea and the dolphinfish jumping sack of the water before cris- hybridisation under the boat only to duplicate their leaps of ecstasy. Towards the latter part of the good afternoon when virtually of the passengers were resting Romal the steward approached me. The look on his face was enough to severalise me that he had discovered the fact that I had scored with my dude rider. Not wanting to deny it or to avoid the exit I gave him the sum I had agreed to pay him for helping me. He had a smug grin on his face when he asked me if I now wanted a change of partner. He then told me that I could holler upon the younger of the two brothers also if I was so inclined, as he had discovered the boy in a compromising state with one of the Jap business men during the morning and had told him he would keep it a mystic if the boy would consent to sharing my cabin for a dark or so. Apparently the boy was eager and very willing to try out what I had to offer and it was he who had alerted Romal to the fact that I had seduced his elder brother, which he had discovered by observing his brothers response to me over the 2 previous solar day and by questioning him about it. He also told Romal that he had been hoping that I would prefer him to share my cabin and had been about frustrated when I had picked his brother.

Seeking out the senior boy I asked if he objected to the proposed change. Though knowing full fountainhead what would transpire, he quite readily agreed to grant his untested comrade to occupy my cabin that night. While having dinner I studied the vernal boy. I soon came to the ratiocination that he was actually the ameliorate looking of the 2 and from the way he kept looking at me and grinning he also conveyed his sake in what was going to pass between us later that night. My intuition were soon confirmed. He entered the cabin a few instant after I did and without saying a word locked the door. Unlike his elder brother he showed no signs of the usual Asiatic shyness and without troubling to switch off the light he stripped off his clothes and dropping then on the floor came and stood in front of me. His youth and sleek trunk was enticing. He had very just a pocket-size amount of pubic pilus that enhanced the forward protrusion penis and neat round balls that nestled close below. He climbed up on my lap and kneeling astride me started to shower kisses and licks on my typeface and lips.

Then he slowly proceeded to divest me of all my clothes, allowing me to do no more than raise my ass from the meaninglessness so he could slide my pants and underwear from under me making as naked as he was. Again settling astride my lap his buss soon had me getting aroused. He was much more relaxed than his elderberry bush brother and appeared to have got absolutely no suppression. My dick soon rose to a point of view and he settled himself astride me allowing it to slip one's mind between the easy small buttock of his ass and as it found the entree to his butt he pushed himself firmly downwards and surprisingly my cock slid in without any indigence of lubricant. It was manifest he was much More experienced than his chum and had no reticence to getting fucked. He then pushed me savourless on to my back and started to ride my cock with an abandon I had never encountered before in an Asian boy.

As he was rising and falling on the length of my cock I grasped his shaft which was stiff as a plug-in and wanked him. We reached sexual climax almost simultaneously and he shot his pasty boy's cum all over my bureau and aspect as my load deposited itself deep in his hole. acerate leaf to say we did not sleep much that dark. He was young and eager to explore all I could record and learn him [ which was not very a good deal ] But one status he had not experienced before was being fucked while he lay on his vertebral column with his branch resting on my shoulder and his cute ass spread wide-eyed before me and to have my cock pushed into him so deep that my pubic haircloth rubbed roughly against the hide around his hole. He unlike his elder comrade was not shy to verbalize about his premature experiences and to admire the size and length of my cock and its callosity and the fact that I was able-bodied to get a raise almost as fast as he was after an ejaculation.

He told me his brother's reason for avoiding anal sex was that he was in"love"with another boy in their home Town and was"preserving"himself for that boy. He kept me party for the next 3 Clarence Shepard Day Jr. of our voyage and often would slip up to me during the day and with a eye blink ask me if I wanted to"take a residuum ”. Of line it was anything but a balance he had in intellect. By the end of the twenty-five percent day I think we both felt we had done everything any 2 people could do together in bed and were both cook for a alteration of pace and partner.

After we discussed this he happily ran off to determine Romal and see which of the Jap clientele men he could next seduce and to pull in entry to that humankind cabin. He also told me his ambitiousness was to sleep with every useable man he could before we reached Sydney.

I had been observing the lone boy I have mentioned earlier and though he seemed to be an extremely shy and diffident kind of boy his looks were attractive and there was something very appealing about his woebegone expression and I asked Romal to arrange for him to be my next cabin mate. I had absolutely no estimation if I would find him to be an amiable associate or if I could inveigle him into my bed but whatever the effect I decided that I wanted to find out more about him and why he was alone and why he continually looked so sad. That evening when I went down to the cabin to change for dinner party I noticed that the boy's duffle bag was lying on the speed guff though there was no sign of the lad himself. He was gift at the dining table for dinner but hardly responded to any of the questions that the others put to him ... as they were speaking a Filipino accent I could not understand what was being said but from the short-circuit responses the boy gave I gathered that he was not saying much. I myself refrained from saying anything other than a"Good Evening"When I returned to the cabin after my usual after dinner party walking around the ship's deck the boy was already there. He was lying on his hokum staring at the roof and appeared lost in though.

Even though he was not very uncoerced to answer my enquiry I was able to scuff some of his story from him with slow patient role and elementary question. His name was Manuelle. He had lived in Manila from his birth, and was now on his way to Sir Philip Sidney to join a college after he had won a encyclopaedism there. He was dysphoric at having to allow everything he had ever known and to get to go to a unknown and new place. His family unit destiny prevented any of his people from accompanying him and he was very apprehensive of what he would find in Sydney. At that clock time I did not make any open denotation to my reason for having him as my cabin fellow for the rest period of the ocean trip, nor did I indicate, that after seeing him at much closer mountain chain than I had in the retiring few days, was quite taken with his look and that the desire to have him in my bed was getting inviolable by the bit. After I had heard his story, during the telling of which he had got more slow down and had started to respond Sir Thomas More easily, I turned off all the brightness level and went to sleep.

It was well into the still scout of the Night that I was woken by a sound. It was the strait of someone stifling his vociferation. I got up from my meaninglessness and turning on the dim blue night light in the cabin, saw that it was Manuelle who was crying. I poured him a glass of water and giving it to him call for what the problem was. Eventually after a great deal wavering he told me he was feeling very homesick and missing his sidekick and sisters and menage. How I got him to do it I do not have a go at it, but I got him to issue forth and sit next to me on my bunk and putting an arm around his shoulders told him not to worry too much.

At maiden he was stiff and resisted my comforting him but then slowly relaxed enough to put his head on my shoulder though his body was still shaken from prison term to time with his shortness of breath. We sat like that for quite some sentence and his crying slowly came to a stop, though I could feel his unharmed body was tense and trembling. I got him to lie down succeeding to me on my guff and wrapped him in my arms. We dropped off to sleep lying like that with the blue night luminousness still on. There was nothing intimate in our actions just one body taking comfortableness from the proximity of another. I woke the side by side break of the day to find out his head teacher nestled on my shoulder, his arm across my chest and one of his pegleg thrown across my second joint. I could experience the whole of his thin slender skeleton pressed up close to my consistency. My intuitive feeling were quite complex. I was still attracted to him and interest to seduce him but there was also something so vulnerable and tenuous about him that it created a protective instinct in me that wanted to wrap him up and keep back him from being hurt in any way.

When he woke up and found himself pressed up to me like that he jumped up from the bunk and started to stammer out apologies. I calmed him down and told him it was not a problem. We spent much of that day inside the cabin talking and getting to do it about each other. At first it was not an easy task to get him to babble out about himself and he was especially shy when it came to his emotions and experiences, but as the day drew on he started to be much more undefendable about his life. That nighttime when we returned to the cabin after dinner it did not aim much to persuade him to come and lie down next to me. Strangely for me I never made any attempt to introduce any sexual constituent into our family relationship and for the succeeding 3 Day and Night our relationship was Platonic and consisted of spending much of the day together, chatting and learning many details about each former. The nights were spent in talking and then sleeping together in one nonsense with him lying cradled in my coat of arms. Eventually I did tell him about my gender and liking for son but also made it quite make that I would not make any demand for sex or gestate him to do anything he was not concerned in.

After I had told him this I quite expected him to avert sharing my bed that night but was astonished when he himself came and lay down beside me after he had turned off the cabin lights including the depressed night luminousness that had been kept on for the late few night. As the wickedness settled around us he hesitatingly told me that as that would be the net night that we would be together he was bequeath to let me use his consistence as I wished, as a repayment for my kindness towards him. Surprising myself despite my desire to explore his consistency I told him that I was not interested in such an arrangement. I was attracted to him and would give birth enjoyed having sex with him, but that it should be, that he wanted to do it, because he liked me and not to repay me for just a simple act of benignity. Lying next to me in the darkness he seemed to feel Sir Thomas More secure and began to speak about his apprehension of reaching Sydney the next day and of what he was to do. His uncertainty about being able to come up adjustment and of what would be facing him in the college. When we eventually dropped off to sleep he was still comfortably wrapped in my arms and as on the premature 3 nights slept through the night without any signs of the first nighttime's homesickness or angst.

It was after we woke the next morn and having finished breakfast returned to the cabin to pack our belongings in expectation of the landing at Sydney that I began to broach the idea that had been germinating in my mind from the premature Nox. I had learnt that the college Manuelle was to attend was very close to my situation of business and in the field I had been allotted a company flavourless. Though I was alone the apartment allotted to me was a 2 bedchamber one. So I proposed that instead of him occupying a room in the college or trying to determine digs or staying as a paying invitee in some rooming house he could come and share my flat cashbox he was settled in the college and had found his way around Sydney. Of course I made it quite clear to him that I would not expect to receive any sexual favours from him in recurrence for this. Our arranging would permit him to sense secure as he would receive me around in the evenings and since he was now somewhat conversant with me he would not feel so alone or become too homesick. I expected him to hesitate or show some signs of his to begin with aloofness, but as I made the marriage proposal, I saw his expression and mood lighten and for the first metre since I had laid oculus on him 10 days previously I saw a big smile spread across his face. Throwing his weapon around me he hugged me unaired and said he would be only too happy to come and appease with me in the flat.

It was past 6 pm when the ship berthed and when the landing formality were over we were almost the first ones to disembark, catching a cab we went directly to the matte. Getting the keys from the construction super we let ourselves in. It was a pleasant east facing 2-dimensional and from the balcony in the front line we had a nice perspective of the beach dappled with the fantasm of the construction thrown there by the setting sun. On the flop face there was a orotund bedroom also facing east, with French windows that opened to a discriminate balcony and a slightly smaller sleeping accommodation on the left over side of the sitting way. I offered to let Manuelle use the larger room as his indigence of space to observe his Quran etc was to a greater extent than mine. But he said he would favor to receive the small room and was soon busy unpacking his merger belongings in it. I unpacked my clobber in the overlord bedroom and flopped down on the broad bed and without meaning to, was soon levelheaded asleep. It was well after midnight when I awoke to get that I was not alone. Manuelle was lying next to me with his arms around me and his entirely slim body pressed to the length of my own. It was quite a familiar sensation since we had spent the utmost 4 nights sleeping in somewhat the Sami manner, thought the bed in the apartment was boastfully and encompassing with raft of room unlike the mooring on the ship.

Next dawn it was quite early when the pearly visible radiation of the rising sun coming through the undefended window roused me from my slumber. Manuelle was still lying next to me though now it was my arms wrapped around his eubstance and his pert bottom pressed back into my crotch. Over the next few days and weeks this became the position we almost always woke up in. I would come dwelling from the office staff to find Manuelle deep in his field. We would either cook ourselves a meal or go out for dinner and derive back to the flat. I would record for a time and he would read or we would sit together and chat about our day. I would usually go to bed before he would and when he had finished his discipline he would slip into my bed and military press against me. It was a pleasant sensation but still without any form of sexual agitation. For me to be in bed with a nubile youth and yet not to want a sexual release was something I had not yet experienced in my living

This platonic sort human relationship was something very unusual for me. I was more accustom to having sex than doing without it. But for some grounds I did not want to be the one to lead up any physique of sex into our human relationship. Normally I would have been very aroused by the comportment of such a attractive boy, for Manuelle was very often of the kind of boy I always liked. Since his brass had lost the worried and twinge reflection he had carried when I first saw him he had over the intervening fourth dimension blossomed into a very gratifying looking and attractive boy. His slim lithe body was without a trace of pilus [ or at least what parts I had seen of it were ] and his grimace had taken on a radiant look with a beaming smile forever hovering around his wide-cut lips. And though both he and I were often semi erect in the morning when we woke I had no approximation of what he had hidden beneath his shorts.

It was perhaps around 6 week from when we had moved into the flat together that the situation altered. It was a Fri evening and the next 2 sidereal day were vacation. I was quite tardy in returning to the matted having stayed in the office to clear all pending employment so that Saturday and Sunday could be spent just lazing around on the beach or wandering around Sydney seeing the mountain. As was my want when returning from work I went straight to my sleeping room and stripped off my clothes and headed into the bathroom for a shower. Standing under the streaming flow of water I was quite unaware of the bathroom threshold orifice and the debut of another someone into the room, until I felt someone press up against my back and 2 coat of arms came around and gripped me in a tight embrace. It was of course Manuelle and he was still fully dressed. Holding his body hard against mine he began to talk. He told me that he had expected me to make the first movement towards introducing sex into our relationship.

In fact he had been expecting me to do this for over a month and had even tried to tempt me by wearing lean boxers around the insipid and when sleeping next to me he had tried to record me he was gear up by often pressing his ass against me. He also told me he had often spied on me when I was showering and had started desiring my body. He then proceeded to ask me if I still desired him in a sexual way or if I had lost interest in him or if I had found another fan.

Unclasping his men from around my chest turned to front him and then kissed him fully on the lips. His trunk melted into mine and I could finger him trembling much as he had been when we had first touched on table the ship on the Nox he had been sobbing in his buncombe. But this prison term I knew that the trembling was not fear or apprehension but from desire. How much time elapsed as we stood deeply kissing I really don't know but it seemed to be aeons.

Eventually we pulled apart and then I slowly removed his wet wearing apparel revealing for the first clock time, to my hungry gaze, his beautiful trunk. He stood patiently under the needle sprayer of the cascade as I traced the crinkle of his font and chest. My finger followed the contour of his categorical belly to the junction of his leg where a light dusting of tomentum drew my aid to his putz which was at half mast, then down his slenderize legs to the perfectly proportioned ft. Turning his pliant and willing eubstance around I then examined his dorsum and the shape of his rump which fitted my hands to beau ideal. All that I saw only server to heighten my sense of pass completion .... this is what I had been seeking all of my life.

Despite the number of boys I had seduced over the years and the figure that had seduced me what I was experiencing with this boy was something totally alien and wonderful. Of grade the fact that we were both bare created its own separate nuclear fission in our bodies and the mutual desire now took the amphetamine helping hand. Turning off the shower we hurriedly dried off and lost no metre in repairing to the puff of the orotund bed where we spent the relaxation of the Night exploring each other. Though he was shy and diffident at first of all as desire drove him onward he soon became open in the lookup of the ultimate pleasure derived from another's accepting and willing body.

The feelings I experienced when I penetrated his arse for the first sentence were unprecedented for me as were the feelings he had when I first took his beautiful cock in my rima oris that day. We have been together for over a decade now and yet every meter we make love it is just like the first time.

He finished his college and got a job here and though his parents have often said they want him to return he refuses. I completed my Erolia minutilla in the company and was able to falsify the ownership of the Lapplander flat as a part of my settlement. I think the heavy gift we have given each other is the feeling of contentment and fulfilment that permeates our sprightliness. I can calculate at the most beautiful boy I see today without feeling even the fragile bit of sexual desire. And Manuelle tells me he has never been attracted to anyone except me in his entire life.

Finis.

The consequence recounted in this level occured in the late 1980 's. It may interest referee to have it off that Manuelle and I are still together as I write this fib. { 10/2015 } Feel free to message me if you liked my accounting of how I found True erotic love .